Well it was the Sax Man from the state of TennesseeFirst set in with the band at the ripe old age of three, we toldAnd when he blew into that horn all the people gathered 'roundClub manager jumped right up and said boy I gotta have that soundScream "Hallelujah Lord!", I said the Sax Man's got my soulEverybody gotta move their feet, when the Sax Man started to blowNow blow it Sax Man

Mm'kay he's a little shy, but his genius cannot hideCause when the Sax Man starts to win he gonna take you on a rideTake it Sax Man

Ow! Take it Sax ManOkay he'll be right with you folks

All right, Sax Man, that's my fault, I put you on the spotBut now you're all warmed up and this-a next one's gonna be hotKick it Sax Man! (C'mon!)